Xenophile

You could burn all the sage in your abalone
I’d save your place, you’d never be lonely
The incense and candles and aromatics mix
A unique amalgam in fragrantial bliss
If you run late and we don’t get to meet
That’s just today, but I’ll save your seat

In an old white SUV
With stickers across the back
Takes you where you want to be
Far from the trodden path
The noise outside the window
The road’s infinite song
Your hand feels the wind blow
And the tires they hum along

Much like a yarn web, I’d catch your dreams
Keep them watered and fed, nourish your esteem
Where desires and druthers and necessities blend
It’s a special quiet, quite the godsend
If you run behind, I’ll be discrete
No, I won’t mind, but I’ll save your seat

In an old white SUV
With stickers across the back
Takes you where you want to be
Far from the trodden path
The noise outside the window
The road’s infinite song
Your hand feels the wind blow
And the tires they hum along

I’m feeling your autonomy
In the passion vine and milkweed
We’ll study the astronomy
Between you and the galaxy
We keep rolling on
Arms out the window
Our eyes on the road
Where ever it goes (you’re not alone)
We keep rolling on
Like we’re losing control
And we make our own roads
Won’t fit the molds (you’re not alone)
We keep rolling on
Where ever it goes (you’re not alone)

In an old white SUV
With stickers across the back
Takes you where you want to be
Far from the trodden path (you’re not alone)
The noise outside the window
The road’s infinite song (you’re not alone)
Your hand feels the wind blow
And the tires they hum along

You can burn all the sage in your abalone
And I’ll save your place so you’d never be lonely